Serian rushed to his side, her fear momentarily forgotten as she knelt beside his collapsed form. "Nox? Are you alright? What happened to you?"
He just shook his head, a wry, tired smile on his face. "I think… I think I just leveled up."
"That was not a level up," she insisted, her voice soft but firm. "I felt your power change. It was like… like something broke inside you, and then was rebuilt." She looked at the faint, fading lines of the void-forged armor on his skin. "What was that?"
He couldn't explain it. He didn't even understand it himself. 'A fragment of a dead god? What does that even mean?' He pushed himself to sit up, his body aching with a deep, profound exhaustion.
"I don't know," he said honestly. "It just... happened."
Mela walked over, her arms crossed, her usual sarcastic anger replaced by a look of wary caution. "It worked. Whatever 'it' was. The big skeleton is dust. Let's just get out of this tomb."
